My Little Heart

I apologies, my little heart, For I can hear you screaming. I have ignore your silent cries, While I laid their dreaming. I didn’t even think of you...

Blood is thicker than water

Rain splatters the pavement when I set out. My sister, Teresa, doesn’t live far, but then the moon isn’t that far either, and I don’t particularly...

The Long Walk Home (Poetry Monthly)

Eerie - the dimply lit alleyway, but it was quicker.

Vanishing Trick

This is a short story I wrote eleven years ago. I am re-posting it to see if it has stood the test of time or if it has past its sell-by date. Comments welcomed.

Poet on the Hill.

Poet on the Hill. He sits, upon a lush green hillside smothered in Bluebells. Sad rain has drooped all petals, now hanging cobalt-blue kisses. Far...

Winter Solstice.

Winter Solstice. Snow, radiant white, sparks crochet flakes, lie, calmed. Icicles drop-drip, platinum pools set. Blackbird stares at glaced mirror,...

Jehovah Is My Master

The almighty Jehovah is my Master, he is the one who I serve. He has my love and obedience and that is what he deserves. If loving God is wrong, I...


I like you a lot Like I really like you Like, you are really likeable I like, like you, you know? It's likely I like you more than just 'like' Like,...

A skeuomorphic diet for … (Poetry Monthly)

This is an old IP-poem, but while I was recording the other day, I thought it might come down well as a perfomance piece.

Pushed Into Oblivion

Pushed Into Oblivion by Paul McCann Pushed into oblivion ,' is the anger there within like an invisible pin that someone is sticking in . Even though...

Jacques: Picking up pebbles

Picking up pebbles and throwing them into the sea See the days of my childhood The white foam comes washing them all back to me When he was still a...

Unbroken Promises

Unbroken Promises - by Paul McCann The perfume of your soul , the taste of rock and roll , the words I know so well a fragrance I can smell , that...

Till the End of String

Time is a piece of string with a beginning and in the far distance a sign that says 'I have stopped loving you'

Jacques: Whole of the Moon

My brother is a lover and a poet, an unashamed dreamer with a brilliant fearless imagination. I saw the crescent, you saw the whole of the Moon –...


The Christmas Shepherd is the delightful story about Sally Brown (Teri Polo) who is a published children's book author and the widow of a veteran.


Lucy wanted to buy her Granny

Not Sure

Every time I leave a place, I cry. And it’s never been because I’ve left, or why It’s the wait before I do. It’s never easy. I forget to enjoy the...

Death Co. Re-Write V (1)

Home stretch! I'm at about 45,000 words. Here's an excerpt from towards the end. 1. The Boy John awoke to the pitter patter of rain splashing on warm...

Forget Me Knots

There were a dozen knotted ropes hanging from a tree in the middle of the field. There wasn’t much of a wind. What there was of it was dry and hot, the kind of wind that made you itch. But the ropes swung back and forth like a hangman’s noose. That’s what Greg thought as he stood at the edge of the field, leaning on the fence and staring at them. Who had hung them up there and for what purpose?